又是一个毕业的季节,我站在火车站的月台上目送西藏班学生远去,脖子上挂满了一层又一层洁白的哈达……这样的分别场面,几乎每年都要上演。火车缓缓开走那一刻,便是我的眼泪落下的时刻。在西藏班教师这个平凡的岗位上,我已经走过了十多个春秋。我和孩子们之间那种难舍难分的感情,远不是一般学校毕业时老师和学生的分别之情……也许,没有做过西藏班教师的人,根本无法理解。感动与被感动间也许,现在人们会说我是一个不错的 Another graduation season, I stood on the platform of the train station to see Tibetan students go away, covered with a layer of layer after layer of white Hada ... This separate scenes, almost staged every year. The moment the train slowly drove away, it was the moment when my tears fell. In the ordinary post of teacher in Tibet, I have gone through more than a dozen years. The kind-hearted feelings between me and my children are far from the common feelings of teachers and students when I graduated from school... Perhaps people who have not been teachers in Tibet can not understand it. Touched and Touched Maybe, now people will say that I am a good one